Slime Time

[Intro]
New season, same energy
Same friends, new enemies
Baby switchin' sides
(Trap, you made that shit?)
But it’s alright, I ain’t worried 'bout nothin'
I'm livin' great
Grrah, grrah, grrah (Bitch)

[Chorus]
Slime time, we wipe his nose if it's runny
Bend back around on that block, make it ugly
You don't slide or provide, why you callin' me muddy?
Fuck all the dissin', I'm prayin' for Sonny
Diss 'cause that wasn't funny
I don't even try, still could tell that she love me
I walk in the spot and the bitches still duck me
Shots gettin' thrown, I can't wait to see Bloodie
And auntie still mad, I can't wait to see Cuzzy
MBK and I bet she still fuck me
If God ain't complainin', can't nobody judge me
If God don't come get me, can't nobody touch me
Go out with a bang, get him shot, he a dummy
Throw 30 or better, they think they could rush me
Tryna spin through the B, have it uppin' on honey

[Verse 1]
Shot after shot, this is not what you want, B
Jack in the back of the V, tryna dump three
Slime time a must, so we need all the money
Walk niggas down with the G, like, it's funny
Eli shot, that's on a bunny
Eli, Weldon, Neaky dummies
Whole court on parole and we still movin' dusty
Niggas get in the stu', same niggas who ducked me
Don't got the gun in the court, tryna poke shit
And this bitch got a curfew, 'cause she was on some hoe shit
Shootin' at anyone jackin' Explosive
Civilians shot, niggas think we was jokin'
Lil' bitch, she a Cardi, be all her in ocean
Baby, throw that shit back while the music controllin'
Oh, she doin' that hip shit? She listen to bronem
Nigga mom on the news, what the fuck she just told 'em?

[Bridge]
What the fuck?
Like, what the fuck?
Grrah, Eli, Weldon, Neaky (Grrah, grrah)
Nigga, worda my deads is you dumb?
Y'all niggas know my body, worda my deads (Worda my deads)
Grrah, grrah

[Verse 2]
Like, I'm on they block on the back of they P's
I let her hit body, now she wanna eat
MBK, and she deuce to the me
Big Makk K, I got multiple scenes
Take you this blunt, roll up this weed
It's gon' hit better, it's Matt or KT
That’s L with the Dot? You better not steam
Wherever we go, bet the bitches gon' scream
Anti-social? Done, I'ma leave
Walkin' without my gun? You hear it was a dream
Vision got blurry, almost dumped on a fiend
This not a deuce, it's a Glock with a beam
.40s, 9s, extendos, that's D's
And I done got booked with like multiple G's
And niggas went poof, made multiple bleed
And niggas went, "PAAA", made multiple scream
Nigga, bro, you can't see that we bendin'?
Gun got bought, nigga, free Smith and Wesson
I'm tryna flock shit with all my attention
And I been DTB, I had multiple lessons
Shootin' range, fuck it, multiple sessions
Fuck a deal, I was splittin' the bread with the trenches
Lamar Gibson, stuck on the benches
And no, we ain't known just for playin' defensive

[Chorus]
Slime time, we wipe his nose if it's runny
Bend back around on that block, make it ugly
You don't slide or provide, why you callin' me muddy?
Fuck all the dissin', I'm prayin' for Sonny
Diss 'cause that wasn't funny
I don't even try, still could tell that she love me
I walk in the spot and the bitches still duck me
Shots gettin' thrown, I can't wait to see Bloodie
And auntie still mad, I can't wait to see Cuzzy
MBK and I bet she still fuck me
If God ain't complainin', can't nobody judge me
If God don't come get me, can't nobody touch me
Go out with a bang, get him shot, he a dummy
Throw 30 or better, they think they could rush me
Tryna spin through the B, have it uppin' on honey